"No, no, no... no need to prove... I know you're straight! Very, very straight!" Ning Xixi admitted without a backbone.
Ji Yebai leisurely examined her, his burning gaze fixed on the small woman beneath him.
Ning Xixi's voice grew quieter, "I... I won't look anymore, okay..."
She made a face of regret as if guilty of doing something wrong.
Ji Yebai encircled her slender waist, his large hands lightly stroking her, the warmth in his palms passing through the thin fabric...
The nerve endings seemed tautened, Ning Xixi whimpered softly, grabbing Ji Yebai's shirt hem.
"Tomorrow is the design competition..."
Her timid voice called Ji Yebai back to reason.
Forcing down the agitation in his heart, he released Ning Xixi.
"I'll let you off today, jot this down, after the competition we'll make up for it."
Ning Xixi cried wide noodle tears, heaven, will she ever repay her debts in this lifetime? Is she doomed to a life of being suppressed and devoured, sob sob sob...
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